Anyone Fancy A Dip By The Seaside?
My favourite subject - Dipping.
It has just occured to me that I have not blogged on my experience at Brighton.
Here's the summary.
Shit Town. Crap Dealers, Suspect Organisation. However in the positive column it is the home of some absolutely top class waitresses.
Now Brighton itself is in my opinion something of a shit hole. Lets face it both Chris Eubank and Jordan hail from this arse end of Sussex and claim to quite like it so this really is all the evidence needed.
The dealers at the Rendevous are limited in experience and despite being nice enough folk don't really seem to have the apptitude to complete the job efficiently.
Now the organisation - my main gripe. Firstly they added chips to the starting stacks on realising that there were fewer players than they had anticipated. Now whilst 4k instead of 3k may make for a greater amount of play it also made for fewer rebuys and thus a smaller prize pool. Now whilst some felt that it was beneficial others disagreed and even though those who I respect as both people and players like David Barnes and Steve Lennon were in favour I have to say that I simply don't care. In my opinion what is advertised is what should prevail. The only exceptions should be if no single player objects to the change or if it is a change deemed necessary by the Casino.
Furthermore I was questioned as to whether I thought some dipping had occured. I shall not name the inquiring party but I shall endorse his character. He is a thoroughly honest and decent chap (this rules out a few from Brighton - actually he's not from Brighton at all). Now I have to say that I did raise my eyebrows at the announced prize pool. In fact I did ask for a chip count from each table but my request was denied. Had I been good enough to make the final of the tournament I would have insisted (I would have probably been told to reduce the amount in play by 20% to allow for the chip race).
The waitresses were, as usual at the Brighton Rendevous, a magnificent sight to behold. So during breaks and upon tournament exit there was at least some aesthetically pleasing sights.
It has just occured to me that I have not blogged on my experience at Brighton.
Here's the summary.
Shit Town. Crap Dealers, Suspect Organisation. However in the positive column it is the home of some absolutely top class waitresses.
Now Brighton itself is in my opinion something of a shit hole. Lets face it both Chris Eubank and Jordan hail from this arse end of Sussex and claim to quite like it so this really is all the evidence needed.
The dealers at the Rendevous are limited in experience and despite being nice enough folk don't really seem to have the apptitude to complete the job efficiently.
Now the organisation - my main gripe. Firstly they added chips to the starting stacks on realising that there were fewer players than they had anticipated. Now whilst 4k instead of 3k may make for a greater amount of play it also made for fewer rebuys and thus a smaller prize pool. Now whilst some felt that it was beneficial others disagreed and even though those who I respect as both people and players like David Barnes and Steve Lennon were in favour I have to say that I simply don't care. In my opinion what is advertised is what should prevail. The only exceptions should be if no single player objects to the change or if it is a change deemed necessary by the Casino.
Furthermore I was questioned as to whether I thought some dipping had occured. I shall not name the inquiring party but I shall endorse his character. He is a thoroughly honest and decent chap (this rules out a few from Brighton - actually he's not from Brighton at all). Now I have to say that I did raise my eyebrows at the announced prize pool. In fact I did ask for a chip count from each table but my request was denied. Had I been good enough to make the final of the tournament I would have insisted (I would have probably been told to reduce the amount in play by 20% to allow for the chip race).
The waitresses were, as usual at the Brighton Rendevous, a magnificent sight to behold. So during breaks and upon tournament exit there was at least some aesthetically pleasing sights.